#fuzzy
On top of old smokey
All covered with hair
There was a place
Where the bear was quite bare
He wasn't too shiney
He was covered with fuzz
So he kept on his cap
That's what a fuzzy fuzz does.
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 8:28 PM UTC
Repeat my name in each verse
Flowing within melodies
Sing me to sleep
A lullaby or a love verse
Take me into a new universe
Every time you say my name
Repeat this tune
And play it all-day
Until the day comes
We could be in each other's arms
Feb 11, 2022
Feb 11, 2022 at 12:11 PM UTC
Fuzzy
Little brain of mine
Wanders about the earth
Wondering when and where
The light switch
will come on
The window sings to me
songs of something.
Blurry noise
hidden in a vase.
That once held red roses
Calls to me
Announcing
I am to quiet
To still
To be filled with confusion
and if I don't move now
I will never be more than
Somebody that once was
Wandering and Wondering
Dec 28, 2020
Dec 28, 2020 at 6:18 PM UTC
scariest part
is the thought:
am i really here?
please touch me,
let me know i’m here.
Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 1:29 AM UTC
You are my warmth and my light
You are my solace
My summer solstice
I am wrapped in your love
I am undeserving of your grace
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 12:41 PM UTC
My knees are weak as I fall to the ground.
The stairs I lay on has yellow fuzzy carpet. Carpet that is full of crumbs, dust, and nail polish.
The yellow carpet was once white, but is now not, no one knows why only it knows.
My knees can’t stabilize as my brain can’t make a move.
Without a moving body I have no moving brain, but I can’t have a moving body without a brain.
All I can think of is the words you put in my head. I’m to scared of your movements and every word you say is like a million of needles pinching me to teach me a lesson.
I’ve become to weak that I don’t seem weak to myself. Because for as long as I can remember I’ve been like this, weak. That I forgot how it felt to try or work hard.
So once I lay on the yellow fuzzy carpet. Not worried someone will see my salty tears hit the stairs, or see me falling to the ground. All I care about it whether or not if you know your words hurt too much to explain.
Whether or not you choose to be this way.
Because I’m feeling the yellow fuzzy carpet beneath me, and I’ve been on this yellow fuzzy carpet stairway to many times before.
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 11:45 AM UTC
I always told you keep
your secrets like ink, right up
under layers of my skin where I can see
the black mark they leave.
Impermanence never deterred me from reaching
for your hand like an anchor to measure my weight against
paper-thin realities. Sink with me, lace
my muscles and bones with
the soft heavy haze
of summer,
let it rest heavily
inside my head. Mark my body where
it's out of sight,
mark these moments each
on the wall, leave them etched in tallies like
we don't care how many we win or lose.
In such a state as we are,
everything fades
into the white noise of soft
muttered phrases.
I twist my fingers around my anxieties, make them
diluted and palatable for the journey ahead;
I've been afraid of losing ground or losing you
but it's unclear now as to how
those fears came about in the first place, and their threads are unraveling
as we speak.
I think I tend to glorify
these things more than I should, more than letting them fade
into the background.
The subconscious is a lonely place, no man
should have to go there alone.
Dress this up or
down, but
the underpinnings remain
the same, and I've always found comfort
in the way the ache
of all the world's catastrophies rests
in my bones like a shared
evolutionary sorrow;
I like how the pain grows
my muscles stronger and my skin
thicker. I think stitching
myself into you has added
new layers to these moments and new stories
behind my eyelids and a few new marks
on my wall of "chances I'm glad I took."
I think taking in the pain has given
me the voice so sought-after and I think
I've grown enough of it through my blood now to build
you up how you deserve, and to show you
that casting stones is not always
a plan for failure; sometimes we find miracles
in the middle
of wrong calculations.
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 12:22 AM UTC
I listen to the words of tv hosts
trying – or maybe just pretending – to analyze
topical issues of the day in depth
on their panels with certified experts on the issue
yet in the end mostly remains a host of possibilities
rarely a clear decision
more seldom even a provocative conclusion
one could at least start arguing about
what happened to well-structured arguments
that did not lend themselves to fuzzy readings
but had a recognizable opinion at their core
challenging viewers to discuss some more?
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 4:26 PM UTC
You dream of the sun when
your words begin to miss their mark, when
you haven't seen the flaws of your actions until
it's too late,
when the tentative what ifs are swallowed by the looming presence of no.
You begin to dream of the sun when you spill
yourself into another and the other
devours you whole and leaves you
empty.
You begin to notice changes in
the lack of color in your skin or
the way your ribs feel a little sharper under your fingers, but
change is natural, you tell yourself
and try to forget the fuzzy things
in the corners of your mind that tell you
stop, because
what do voices know?
You drum your fingers along the edge of who am I, turn the phrase over in your hands and try
to forget the answer
as you dream of the sun and being
swallowed by it,
warm.
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 11:47 PM UTC
At times I feel socially awkward
hiding away those eyes from contact
mumbling and stuttering
as though I were stumbling,
upon the words as I was discovering.
Please don’t think I don’t want to talk
when I rush out,
Please don’t think I don’t want to talk,
when I don’t open your messages.
I escape out of nervosity
I feel the fuzziness in my head
butterflies in my stomach
nervosity in my nerves
lack of air in my lungs
tremble in my muscles
and the gritting of my teeth on my nails
as it drains every ounce of energy out of me.
I hide behind shadows
so I don’t encounter any social interaction.
No matter how many times I plan
and play a conversation in my head
I shudder and fret in reality,
making myself look like an awkward mess.
I want to be friends
I want to say hi
but the words do not escape
for I feel tongue tied.
I feel conscience and dreadful
for being such an awkward mess
choking on words
unable to let them
escape my tongue.
I am thinking
more than I am speaking
I can have a conversation in my head
but somehow, I find it difficult in reality.
But then you reach out
and make the first move
It makes it easier;
only to find myself
being an embarrassment once again.
But you don’t judge
you play it cool
and remain patient
you still show an eager to talk
and maybe that was what I needed
to be comfortable and me.
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 1:47 AM UTC
You are calling
and I just keep staring
frozen
my heart resonates
to the vibration of the ringing phone.
My eyes are hazzy
My mind is fuzzy
I don't know what to say
For I fear I will make a fool of myself
leaving to end the conversation
on an awkward note.
The call ends
I breathe
to calm my nervous nerves.
I call back
only to find myself stutteringg
and being overly conscience
with every word I say
dreading to have called
as the call ends.
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 6:57 AM UTC
perhaps we were meant to meet at a different time, on a different planet, in a different universe.
maybe we were meant to glide past each others warmth and flourish in the rays we put off.
it's a silly feeling. being bottled up tight and released with zero gravity to guide its course.
fuzzy and twinkling, like two stars in a strong orbit around a common barycenter.
it's like we're dancing around the same feelings, the same glow, but never realizing we're spinning to the same force which holds it all together.
set ablaze, spinning spirits letting off sparks of stardust we silently wait for our moment to shine.
whether that be together or apart...
-Julia Aubrey Rhodes-
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 11:07 PM UTC
As nights get darker,
My mind too, a bit fuzzy,
Always out of lights.
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 2:21 AM UTC
I like it when you hold me
When I can look into your eyes
For you are beauty, a sense of familiarity, the feeling that you are all I need in my life.
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 12:28 PM UTC
Our eyes met
Like magnets
Drawn in from a distance.
The way the beam from a lighthouse
Draws the attention of sailors.
Your gaze was instantly familiar
Like waking up to the smell of coffee
Or coming home from a storm.
Simultaneously bringing bright flashes
Of welcoming warmth and excitement.
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 1:53 AM UTC
***My eyesight is fuzzy
My thoughts are static;
Tonight's show is on:
Depression and Madness.***
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 12:19 AM UTC
Rest easy
Rest peacefully
Have a good night's sleep
They say
Not easy when you're me
Eyes wide open but I don't see
Everything is fuzzy, everything is blurry
And I stay this way
Until the break of day
No wonder I'm tired
Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 12:19 AM UTC
if there is ever a parallel universe,
i want to exist in serenity with you,
there and forever.
complete utopia,
devoid of all negativity,
my lust for you expands eternally.
i would sacrifice my cohesion,
my solidity,
my utter being,
to simply exist within your comfort.
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 2:00 AM UTC
Words of deep love and longing
Are lost on me, today.
I've no whimsy to feed my prose,
No form of coherency in my head.
I'll write for the sake of writing.
Rustling trees swelled with song birds
Are mere echoes of a life outside
To me.
I feel like I'm suspended in zero gravity -
My face tingles,
My head is sluggish
Like a hangover without the nausea.
We've got potholes in our hearts
And the construction's lasted for months
So we just fill them all with sand and
Call it a day.
Integrated into a system
That's forgotten the welfare
Of the human soul.
There's a trickle of sunlight
And it's getting warmer.
Summer's blossoming and
I can't stand it.
The beautiful solace of winter
Melts away with my silence,
While summer months boil blood
And chaos chokes the air.
These words I write are read
Aloud in tremulous whispers -
The only proof that they're real.
Recited every night
When I lay my head down
And wonder about the difference
Between what is evil
And what is just a misled notion
Of Righteousness.
And everything else in between.
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 10:45 AM UTC
Can we just talk about nothing?
Don't know if I'm ready
To go yet
Don't know how to keep you
here
around me
Can't we just talk about nothing?
Silently
Speaking
Silently
Screaming
Life without a meaning
But with a meaning
Meaning nothing
Can we just talk about nothing?
Don't go yet
What does it mean
to say nothing
I don't know yet
But the feeling in my head
Makes me wish I wasn't dead
But I wanna be dead
But I don't
Wanna be dead yet
I wanna talk about nothing.
I wanna feel nothing.
I don't want nothing.
Nothing wants me.
I can't ask for nothing,
What does it mean?
It can't mean nothing.
It has to be something.
Anything is everything.
Why does everything
feel like nothing
to me.
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 4:05 PM UTC
Chris, a boy whose smile
Can make your heart melt
Like Ice cream on your face
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 9:51 PM UTC
kikki obadoo bird in a
kikii obabdoo tree just
sitting there shooting the leaves,
mocking all the trees all up in the air,
no reason to run around town, and no reason to leave.
I'm amazed at it's song.
It has no burden or work to do. It does not toil or spin
and yet is clothed in that finest cloak. happy happy happy,
Like a second semester named sylvester the molester
there is so much I could do.
It's all a little fuzzy and I feel kinda dumb all of a sudden.
I just think I know, which is silly.
It's a good lesson in humility,
but since I am not
sufficient and you
are
please show me
what it is in your
word that I should know.
That we should show ourselves.
I love you God.
I love you with all I am.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
My vision was blurred
And your voice was only a distant echo.
I tried to reply, but my words were slurred
So all you heard was a garbled mess.
You said that I was "too difficult"
As my throat clenched, holding back *****
You turned, claiming it wasn't my fault,
But as I stumbled after you, I knew it was.
My mind was slow, fuzzy, as I tried to recall
All the times you carried me home.
All the times I was too far gone to walk steadily.
And I realized suddenly that I'd been a burden.
That you resented me for those times I needed you.
But I also remembered how hurtful you were,
How you tormented me, controlled me.
I cried myself to sleep all alone that night.
I woke up with a headache, still sick about losing you.
But I gathered myself and thought for a long while.
I may have been a burden, but you were an instigator.
You never gave me the love I deserved for loving you.
I can let you go now, for
I believe the end of us was your fault, your mistake;
I was only under the influence of heartbreak.
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 10:19 PM UTC